The air smells of death,
As of something, has died recently.
I can't tell if it's an animal,
Or the stench of my burning heart.
For I have lost the essence of life ,
I can't remember the last time I watched the sunlight,
Or at least been out in the open,
I feel condemned inside these walls.
My gut tells me to fly away,
Wanting to feel the thrill ,
That's the very thing that kept me alive.
For all I cared was the enjoyment ,
What regular people don't care about?
Is the very thing I am desperate about.
It's hard to remember the last time ,
I placed my feet on the grass,
The early morning dew,
The feeling of wilderness ,
Everything seems nostalgic.
Be it be just a cloud or a bird,
Hovering around the sky.
Be it be a squirrel ,
Climbing the tall dark acacia tree.
Or just the first droplet of rain ,
I want to embrace it .
Like a kid on vacation ,
Enjoying every part of his life.
Witnessing the nature like never before,
Exploring the little moments throughout every door.
Wish I could be relentless ,
Like a child of earth .
Spending all my time ,
Doing what I do best .
Running and playing, no time to rest.
Fishing,singing, and enjoying the time,
Using up the fun to the last dime.
I wish it could come true ,
For I still have hope .
May not my body be set free,
But my soul will rise above ,
Flying through the eternal sky.
Just like a white coloured dove.
Marching through the swamp
And into the open fields ,
Just like a little boy,a
Wandering into the playfields.
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